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C                                                               G
The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we're driving down the road.
Am               Em           F               G
Listening to the music on the all night radio show,
C                                                                        G
The announcer comes on says if you've got ideas I'll file the patent for you,
Am                     Em               G                C
What's an idea if it's not in the store makin' a buck or two.


C                                                                             G
We drive to the town but the shutters are down and the all-night restaurant's closed
Am                                   Em                     F                       G
It's the land of the free, we've got booze and TV & there's tramps in the telephone booths.
C                                                                                  G
The stars and the trees and the early Spring breeze say forget what assassins have done,
Am                        Em                     G                   C
Take our good soil in the palm of your hands and wait for tomorrow's sun.

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       F    G            C          F        G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am                              Em                        F       G          C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A

C                                                                      G
A truck driver's wife she leads a rough life he spends his life on the road.
Am                         Em                     F                  G
Carrying the goods all the copper and wood that's what makes America great,
C                                                                                            G
But the dollars like swallows they fly to the South where they know they've got something to gain,
Am           Em            G                       C
Allende is killed, and the trucks are soon rolling again.

C                                                                  G
The nighthawk flies and the owl it cries as we're driving down the road,
Am                            Em                      F                           G
The full moon reveals all the houses and fields where good people do what they're told,
C                                                                       G
Victor Jara he lies with coins in his eyes there's no one around him to mourn,
Am                   Em                        G                     C
Who needs a poet who won't take commands who'd rather make love then war.

       F    G            C          F        G
It's a long way from the heartlands to Santiago bay
Am                              Em                        F       G          C
Where the good doctor lies with blood in his eyes and the bullets read US of A